Deus Ex Dormitatio

A familiar whisper
Jars him from his restless night
A phantom of something
Not quite a sound.

And for a moment
Feeling through the grey haze
Of what might be morning
Or maybe just his weary mind

She is there next to him
Once again.
A slender arm draped lazily
Over his chest
A soft, warm breath on his shoulder.

Careful not to disturb her peaceful form
He reaches over to caress her soft face
And tell her without saying a word,
He’ll never leave her again.

Beneath her messy auburn hair
Lips form the slightest of smiles
And her eyes stare lovingly back into him
Though they remain quietly closed.

Words float across the span
She tells him through unmoving lips
Something he can’t quite
Make out…

Awake.

He sits up in his
Empty room, lonely bed,
And stares out through dingy window panes
Through bleary eyes at the slumbering city,

Frustration sets in
As once again
He strains to recall
The dream he can always
Almost remember.